Fry_slayer wrote:Now i have always been facinated by fantasy maps with the vintage style drawings and stuff, i used to day dream about layouts of medieval LEGOLAND when i was a kid and the gaming map provides a perfect opportunity for me to try out my skill while benefiting others.... please notify if there is any error on the map

*jaw drops off face*

OH WOW!!!

Fry Slayer, I am absolutly STUNNED!! This map is amazing and a million times better than my pathetic Paint-drawn map!

Did you happen to know that January 31 is the Classic-Castle Roleplay's 1st Birthday? This makes a wonderful gift!

Hi guy's I'm working on a scene from the BloodVaine war and would like some opinions.

The following scene was writen by Daimyo durring the battle for Orion...

Suddenly, Gart, or Aezazel, fell from the sky, landing in front of the group and making them fall to the gorund as if a huge boulder had just struck the earth.
"Speak of the devil*..." Caimlin cursed.
The eager Dragon Masters rushed the demon, but Aezazel resisted them ruthlessly, grabbing one and smashing his head into a wall, shattering his skull, and tearing the arm of another.

"Chodan... He's a monster...!" Graygon exclaimed, eyes widened in disbeilief.
Another Dragon Master was ripped apart by Aezazel, who let out an ecstatic cry of glee at the murder.

Keavur shoved his pike into Gart's breast, sending a barrage of light into him.

Aezazel cried out and Gart's body fell to the floor. Where he lay, a pentagram formed.
"There... we... we killed him!" Keavur cried happily.
A skeletal fist that looked hardly brawny at all came out of the darkness, hitting Keavur squarely in the face and sending him flying. The rest of the men turned to face the real Aezazel...
His face was not visible, as he wore a cloak of what seemed to be dark flame, but the skin on his bony arms was cold and grey. Two red eyes glared from beneath the dark hood.

Now you see I'm having trouble with the stormspear brothers. I looked all over the place but I couldn't find any refrence about how they looked. If someone could give me a pic, I could probably redo the shot. Also you will notice the strange absense of Graygon who I didn't have the peices for, as well as the substitution of bulls for Dragon Masters. I don't have any Dragon Master armor, let alone pink, Dragon Master armor.

The Green Knight wrote:Hi guy's I'm working on a scene from the BloodVaine war and would like some opinions.

Now you see I'm having trouble with the stormspear brothers. I looked all over the place but I couldn't find any refrence about how they looked. If someone could give me a pic, I could probably redo the shot. Also you will notice the strange absense of Graygon who I didn't have the peices for, as well as the substitution of bulls for Dragon Masters. I don't have any Dragon Master armor, let alone pink, Dragon Master armor.

Anyway, it's a start, even if I'm not totaly satified with it.

Hey, that looks great! Since there are really no refferences on how the Stormspear brothers look, I think it's alright to take 'artistic licence' with them. As to the Dragon Masters...they might look better if they didn't have any emblem than contradicted that they were Dragon Masters, like Bull shields and such. Also, the pink armor is certainly a sticky point...since there isn't any pink armor (though there is plenty of barbie blue). I think the best solution would be to cover a pink torso (from Paradisa, etc) with the dark gray ninja armor.

Bacon....I haven't had bacon in years...
Shainya rolled over and opened her eyes. A fire crackled in front of her; bacon was sizzling in a pan, the smell enticing. Shainya reached out for the food but stopped, groaning, when pain lanced through her battered body. A hand gently forced her back down and a voice murmured, “Easy there, don't strain yourself...you’re lucky to be alive…”
Shainya looked up into ice-blue eyes. “Who...are you?” she croaked.

“My name is Dale,” was the reply.
Shainya looked blearily at him. “What...you...doing here?” she mumbled.

Dale returned to the fire and skewered the bacon with a knife. “I was wandering through this area when I saw smoke and fire. I found no one alive and I was about to leave when I heard your cries.”
Shainya blanched. No one left alive? She scrambled to her feet, swaying. Dale tried to push her back down saying, “Don’t, you’re not fit to…” but she pushed him aside.

“Go ‘way.” she murmured. She steadied herself and turned around, surveying the horror around her. Not a building was standing; everything was smoldering - both human and houses. Shainya eyes filled with tears, and she sank back into darkness.

Later that night, Dale shook her awake. “Some one approaches…” he whispered.

Bjarn sagged in his saddle and the three horses whinnied nervously as they entered the burnt ruins of the small village of Olgendale. He wrinkled his nose as a whiff of charred human flesh reached his nostrils. Bjarn dismounted and tied the horses to a post. He readied his bow and stalked quietly in the growing dark, ready at a moment to flee or fight. He cocked his remaining ear and listened carefully.
What was that?
He could here rustling ahead of him. Was it friend or foe? Bjarn crept forward and then stopped. Two people were ahead of him, trying to not be seen. Bjarn stepped forward boldly and shouted.

“My name is Bjarn, and I am of the Forestmen. What has happened here and why are you hiding?”
The two figures shifted. One stood up and approached Bjarn slowly, raising a long, lop-sided object for protection. Bjarn loosened his bow and replaced the arrow.

“I mean no harm.” he assured.
The figure lowered it's weapon and straightened. “Then you are welcome, Bjarn of the Forestmen. I am Dale, a wanderer and bard.”
Bjarn shook the hand of Dale and nodded. “Who is your companion?”
Dale's eyes softened. “She is called Shainya, and she is the sole remaining resident of Olgendale. I fear she is wounded greatly, both in mind and body. I have no skill in the art of healing and have been unable to aid her. Might you help?”
“I, too, have little skill at healing, but I will see what I can do.”

Bjarn approached Shainya carefully. She was once again asleep, and was not aware of his presence. Bjarn quietly examined her while Dale concentrated on starting a fire.
I wish Reno was here... thought Bjarn, Dreadful burns, broken bones...this poor girl is a mess.
Bjarn straightened and walked over to Dale.
“Well?” Dale asked, “Can you help her?”
“I can set her broken bones and try to cool her fever, but there is nothing I can do about her many burns. We need to get her to a real healer, and fast.”

Bjarn and Dale quickly set up a crude sling on one of the horses Bjarn had and placed Shainya in it as carefully as possible. They got on to the other to horse and began to trot away from the remains of Olgendale.

Formendacil wrote:On the outside, Sir Dractor would have appeared to have the advantage: he was a head taller, wider in the shoulder, larger of muscle, and clad in armour where the Sorceror-king was not. In practice, however, they appeared to be equally matched.

Formendacil wrote:Jayko had been following the fight, and by the next time that he noticed where he was, he was standing almost right beside the great table.

Formendacil wrote:The Cavaliers were beating the Dragon Masters. They outnumbered them, for one. For another, they had superior training. But mostly, it was because they were more determined. Quorandis was more than a little angry at Del Grakken, and at the Dragon Masters in general, and his men felt the betrayal by the Sorceror-king as well.